Holding On

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    Holding On

    We go through the motions,
    Each day a new start,
    Seeking our way,
    While holding on to our heart.

    We play our life’s cards,
    The ones we’ve been dealt,
    Through past consternations,
    Feelings purposely not felt.

    We hang on to ourselves,
    As best as we can,
    Trying to live up,
    To everyone’s plan.

    We play the game well,
    With this one and that,
    Not knowing where we’re going,
    Seldom knowing where we’re at.

    Still the world turns slowly,
    On this stage we call life,
    So we savor the moment,
    Through the joy and the strife.

    Our goal is to reach through,
    Our turmoil and pain,
    Learning life’s lessons,
    While not going insane.

    Cause life as we know it,
    Will go on and on,
    So we hold on for dear life,
    Before it’s all gone.

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    Rhymer commented on Holding On

    05-05-2010

    Keeping one's sanity is easier said than done, and lifes lessons can be extremly painful, physically as well as mentally. To just hold on is all some are capable of doing. Excellent write and it makes one think. 10

    nobodysfool

    05/07/2010

    I like to think I'm capable of doing more than just holding on, but sometimes that's all we can do.

    bluskyinthenite commented on Holding On

    05-05-2010

    Our goal is to reach through, Our turmoil and pain, Learning life’s lessons, While not going insane This can be so easy something to do.. Going insane that is, in our turmoil of pain. Nice write i like.

    nobodysfool

    05/07/2010

    Sometimes all we can do is hold on, and yet there are other times when we are determined to make it through no matter what. I realize we are a product of our experiences and struggles, and that's who we are. It's like our destiny is already determined and we just follow the path. In any case, I think we must be strong and continue down this road we call life, cause what other choice to do we have?

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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